Anderson .Paak

"Giannis"

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, turnt up like Tony juggin' the speaker phones
f*ck Sosa, b*tch, I got soldiers and I put my people on
2009, a b*tch food stamps what I was eatin' on
Got four-inch quarters, half-nine pieces on my Nokia phone
Squad, diamonds make haters stay on the job
Keepin' a baby .380 with me like Khaled stay with Asahd
Bump that poison poppy seed, the Afghani sh*t from the mob
You's a cartoon like Flip on the cover of Lucky Charms
Every mornin' I wake up with my daughter, Dora Explorer
Then I get right back to the pot
Kitchen stankin', that's potty trainin'
Murder note go to the muhf*ckin' plaintiff at my arraignment
Keep the dead oppressors on green paper
f*ck bein' famous, n*gga

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Industry got you sleep but b*tch I'm woke, I know the Devil
These n*ggas be fallin' off every day like Ace Hood Rollie bezel
n*ggas don't understand
That 360 mean a percentage of every income stream
That record ain't doin' no numbers
You trip on your management and your legal team
Uhh, I done been dropped before
Talked about and wrote off before
Heart on my sleeve and the ATF at my mama door
Mr. Mongol told me, "Freddie, fix up your posture, bro
Walk tall and never show n*ggas more than they gotta know"
Real Gs move in silence like Giannis
My Greek freak, we did a ménage with a friend in St. Thomas
From 50 karats in my pendant to change up the climate
We paint all the whips to cocaine white, decorate the garages
Kane

[Verse 3 : Anderson .Paak]
'Caine all in the blood (Uh-huh)
Shots to the brain, Snow on tha Bluff (Uh-huh)
Calls for a truce, but truce came with snubs (Uh-huh)
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months (I wasn't done!)
Hey, 'caine paid the bills (Uh-huh)
Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill (Uh-huh)
Some will get free but most will get killed (Uh-huh)
I'm just doin' me, and me, I'm doin' still (I wasn't done!)
Ha, started with a nickel in my Tommy socks
Smokin' Blacks and gettin' sips of papa's Remy Martin
Boosted Polo out of Macy's in the Jansport (Hey)
Mama would have got me anything I asked for
In the city where they iffy on supportin' n*ggas (Hey)
Moved to L.A., started selling pounds of cauliflower (Hey)
Same n*ggas that I grew up sharin' shoes with (Hey)
Turned a limit to a multi-million dollar movement, b*tch

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
'Caine all in the blood (Uh-huh)
Shots to the brain, Snow on tha Bluff (Uh-huh)
Calls for a truce, but truce came with snubs (Uh-huh)
Bodies hit the pavement, money came for months
'Caine paid the bills (Uh-huh)
Penthouse the suite, sugar on the hill (Uh-huh)
Some will get f– but most will get killed (Uh-huh)
I'm just doin' me, and me, I'm doin' still (I'm doin' still)